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I hope she still calls me mama

“Maaamaaa, I need you” she yelled, her voice muffled by the rushing of the running water in my shower.

The sound of her voice hung in the air like fog.

I breathed it in.

Mama.

How much longer do I have as this superhero known as “mama?”

One day, much like her brother before her, my secret identity will be revealed to her. No more will I be able to cure all of her boo-boos with a single kiss. No more will I be able to cure all of life’s woes with a simple silly face.

I see it in her eyes sometimes. She knows more than me, or so she thinks.

When by the natural course of things, the time comes for my secret identity to be revealed, I hope that small reminder of innocence will remain.

Trapped in both of our hearts.

My daughter calls me mama.

But “mom” is right around the corner.

Mom.

Which is code for “I think I am no longer a baby and I’m too cool for you.”

About Kimberly Grabinski

Hi, I'm Kim! I'm a married mother of 2 with a passion for fitness & healthy living. We live in NW Indiana near Chicago. I am slightly obsessive, love coffee, running, Kenpo Karate & dogs. I have a passion for real food, organics, GMO labeling, Young Living essential oils & green living.

This actually made me tear up. Gaby’s definitely at the “Mom” phase. She is also working on perfecting the eye-roll that goes with “MOTHER!” if I do something that embarrasses or annoys her, which seems to be fairly often.

Abby has started telling me things like she is a teenager. She gets all hands on hips and all “I know it all’ attitude. And then when she stops talking she just stares at me with this glare of a 16 year old trapped in a little tiny body.

I have become a level 10 wuss since becoming a mom—this post made me tear up. My 8 year old still calls me mommy and mama and I hope she always will. My goodness, it is the greatest sound from the greatest love you could ever know, isn’t it? I just love your posts!…

Sigh. Every now and then my 9 year old will refer to me as “mommy” and my heart melts when he does it. It’s very rare & usually only happens when he REALLY needs me or is sick, but I’ll take it. My little one still calls me mommy regularly and I am going to cherish it as long as he still does it.

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